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   Sitting in a circle

All in our own ways

Thinking our ideas unique

Our voices lyrical

So great are all of our days

I sit back and am quiet

I have always loved to watch them,

My friends

I love them dearly

Huddled in a circle

Around a little table

The five of us sit

Just outside the quaint coffee shop

I stir the whipped cream

Round and round

Into my hot chocolate

Then look up and watch them tenderly

We sit in a circle

Artists, writers, adventurers, and dreamers

All of us living on thought and wonder

Growing from life

So bold and curious,

Yet so shy and gentle

Their voices carry on

All listening respectively to one

And then the other

Never do I speak,

I always listen,

We sit so closely

In a circle

Around that tiny table

Sipping coffee and chocolate

They talk freely

Of their troubles and pleasures

Of young women

How delicious the coffee is

And of growing up

I just watch admiringly and listen

My chin resting on my hand

A quiet smile on my face

I wonder why

I rarely speak

At these times

I have always wanted to,

But never do

They think of me as

One of the guys,

I am very proud of that

But, I am different

From them in a way,

Rarely do I share

My voice,

Just my ears,

A loving smile,

And a close circle

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.

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